Category Archive: poem

Lake Huron song

The Lake Huron song Closed wounds can bleed again, no healing for true love lost. You and I, we were Summer wine and Lake Huron late night swim. You were the prettiest girl… Continue reading

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The lover. The soldier prayer.

The Lover, A Soldier prayer. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Soldier goes off to War. Need kind and sweet memories to keep them human. The Lover (A soldier prayer)   Poor boys and men,… Continue reading

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My Fabiola

Fabiola   (Now nothing remains the same)   Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face.… Continue reading

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“Home, sweet home. Part two.

Home, sweet home. Part two. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                                 Home, sweet home (For Port Austin)… Continue reading

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Home, sweet home. Part one.

  The White cliffs of Dover Places gain value when you are surrounded by  war. The World War one and the World War two soldiers dreams of coming home. The white cliffs of… Continue reading

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The celestial beauty

Celestial beauty A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.   Celestial beauty “He sees his love, and nothing else he sees.”—Thomas Campion You are my folly and my blessings. You are my perfect night… Continue reading

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“I adore you”

I adore you   Perfect beauty resting in my arms and I whispered a quiet prayer. “I love your face, I love hearing your sweet and gentle voice, I love  when you laugh… Continue reading

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Two out of three, ain’t bad.

Two out of three, ain’t bad   I told her. I will be your Hemingway and you can be my Agnes . You will be my beloved and untold story. I have found you after… Continue reading

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Regards to Melanie

Regards to Melanie (Part two)     A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words.                             Regards to Melanie     I know love is never fair dear Melanie. Need perfect timing, place and same… Continue reading

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“Did I ever love you?”

Did I ever love you?     Dying, lying, needing, bleeding.     Pretty Poet, she sang her words sweet and sadly to willing listeners at the Poetry reading in Monterey coffee shop.… Continue reading

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